Alone in the dark [no gender]

Every night in the between-time of going to bed and going to sleep, there’s the sweet spot of being alone in the dark.

The world is quiet, no pressure upon you. You’re all alone with the night and yourself. All alone with your mind and the mighty arousal coming from your crotch.

Can you resist? Do you want to resist?

It’s just a touch, just a bit, a tiny bit, to soothe the tingle. And a tiny bit more to please it then. Oh, the tingles, ever so little, opening the gateway to greater goods.

The tingle becoming a pleasure, the pleasure becoming an ache. The ache that grows into obsession and lust.

Will you resist? Do you want to resist?

Closed eyes, alone in the dark, a moan coming from your mouth. Increasing pace, increasing ache, climbing the mountain of bliss. Just a few steps left until reaching the top.

And then the decision, will you make it? When will you make it? Will you keep climbing, artificially heighten the mountain, so it never ends? Or will you climb the top and enjoy the fireworks that come with it?

You’re all alone with the night and yourself. All alone with your mind and the mighty arousal coming from your crotch.

Do you resist? Do you want to resist?

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uzzrwd/alone_in_the_dark_no_gender